“Brother Feng, what’s wrong?” Feng Wanxia noticed his expression and asked.

“I’m thinking whether the Meng will compromise or not?” Feiyun smiled.

Wanxia found his eyes to be enchanting and didn’t dare to stare at him directly. She lowered her head and said: “Our alliance is weak but has a number advantage, enough to go against the Meng. Moreover, they have millions of half-demon slaves. In the case of a bloody battle, the slaves will rise up. Their alchemy gardens and blacksmithing forges will suffer as a result.”

“I think otherwise, they’ll lose more by compromising.” Feiyun shook his head.

A first-rate clan in a domain can’t compromise with half-demons. That would signal their decline so Feiyun wasn’t optimistic.

The elders of the Meng had a dark...